User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-3135907-20160426001327

The night passed calmly, a greatly appreciated respite from the summer storms that had torn up and down the coasts for weeks now. Dawn came in dazzling shades of honey and fiery red maple, and with it came the sails. They would have been easily missed, for they were striped vertically, yellow and red, but the telltale black-and-white colors flying from the masthead gave her away.

"Ship ahoy to fore an' East, ship ahoy!"

Swisher, who was busy being surreptitious, gimlet-eyed Swisher, leaning back in the shadow of the aft cabins, swept aside his tatty coat and turned at the lookout's cry. Then the deck exploded with activity- energetic, beardfaced, tattooed sailors rushed to the for'ard rail to catch a look at the vessel that was bearing straight toward them like some great golden dragon on the wing.